Let’s ignore the last two posts, shall we?! Or three! They look quite pathetic, even to myself.

Finished the Dawn chapter of Jean Christophe. It left quite the depressing impression on me as a child, and now that I have grown up a little more and each of the psychological details in between the lines has an actual meaning to me it’s even more devastating. Still, I can’t stop reading it. This book and Sartre’s autobiography, Words*, are bringing me back to the depths of my childhood days. How amazing yet disturbing?

The sun is quite blazing hot in this 6th floor lobby. It is bitterly cold outside.

*thanks to Stephen.